A weak willed pen

Dont tell me what I will not own

You arrogant pages

You insufferable author

My life, this world, my decisions

These are all my own

And I own them more than you owned your own words

You are weak in optimism

And strong in the art of selling something false

Just so the others beneath you wont feel so alone

Don't tell me what I will not own

Watch me own it instead

And be quiet